Many letters. 100 of the Subscribers have now paid ― but 230 more have to be written to!

No one came.

At 2.30 ― went to Gould’s ― to see Prince ― a good little man. But he was not at home ― though G. was: G. was less disgusting than sometimes ― but he is always a hog. E. Wilson’s remarx about him were really good ― as to how such a man could pourtray humming birds or anything refined. A queer fish.

Then to Dickensons. D. ages very much. The toil of English life is fearful ―― way what they may.

Then to Days ― seeing Mr. John ― ὅστις δὲν μ’ἀρέσκει.[1] He says 9 or 10 of the plates are all printed, I saw 4 or 4: not as I wished ― but cui bono to say anything??? They say all the printing shall be done by the 4th. ― Quien sabe?

Afterwards walked to Wilton Crescent & called on Mr. Carr ―. The servant said ― being a fooly man, ― “Mrs. Carr anxiously enquired if you had left any message Sir?” ― Ἀποκρίθην ― Οχι.[2]

Nice letter from the elder Edwards: ― wrote to him ― resolving he should have the Turin for 100Gs.

Sir Francis Scott is dead. {yesterday ― at St. Leonards.

Mr. Crake is dead. ―

Day sent Type=proofs ―: corrected them & sent back. Looked out books &c. for Corfû. ― This day last year I arrived there.

At 6.30 cab to Digby Wyatts’.

Dinner, e tutto al solito,[1] delightful. The peculiar good of the Digby Wyatts is that they them selves are so wholly without display or affectation, that they can mix up such various people ― a social effort leading to immense good. I wish however that they introduced people more distinctly ― for I never knew who Barry was: ― & I said to him ― talking of vases with forms & outlines, “it seems to me so in architecture, for the St. Georges’s Hall at Lpool is form, whereas the Houses of Parliament have none: the former is independent of details ― the latter depnds on it for exterior success.” Pretty ― to the son of Sir C. Barry!! ― Bonomi is greatly aged.